FROM MY BALCONY

 This will be the title for poems I put up here....



Clouds are glorious

Gilded horizon

Dewed hedgerows glitter

Birdsong tumultuous

    but weeping is in their voice


Moonrise gentle

Grass tremulous in softened breeze

Whilst the world is on its knees...


Yet my soul sings

'Beauty is victorious!'



Written a few years ago whilst on a walk, after hearing about another catastrophic event in the world...

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